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  Nina wore a calf-length sable fur coat, and I, a red-leather trench. We both wore five-inch black platform stilettos, which pounded against the ground as we ascended a lengthy number of steps until we reached large doors with stained-glass windows. Two new tuxedo-wearing men opened the doors and then took our coats, along with the ticket Nina had been given by the valet. Right after that, a woman wearing an elaborate Mardi Gras-style mask approached us with a tray of dry martinis. We each took a glass and began our venture into the party.

  I hadn’t seen Nina’s outfit until now, as we had gotten dressed at our own homes. She wore a tight, strapless black leather dress, short enough to reveal the hump and curve of her ass cheeks from the back. Around her neck was a spiked collar, and she had on matching spiked wrist cuffs made of leather. Her hair was in a gorgeous state of disarray, with wavy curls scattered about her head.

  I wore a red and black bustier and a short leather skirt, with a sheer G-string beneath. At Nina’s request, I had spent hours putting spiral curls in my hair and following an online makeup tutorial to create intense smoky eyes. Neither technique was I familiar with, yet I was pleased with the transformation. In no way did I resemble the stereotypical conservative, librarian-like woman I saw in the mirror each day.

  Nina and I walked across a marble hallway that led to an open, sunken room filled with white leather sofas and silver and glass tables. Dim pink lighting created an intimate vibe throughout. Contemporary jazz poured through speakers at a low volume.

  Men and women casually mingled about, talking and drinking, socializing as if they were at a dinner party. The only giveaway as to the nature of the evening was our attire, or a lack of it for most. Many men and women were dressed like me and Nina, with bare-chested guys in leather chaps and women in leather catsuits or tight-fitting dresses. Other women wore lingerie: sheer chemises, lace camisoles, and bras and panties with garters. Everyone was beautiful, like airbrushed magazine cover models with high cheekbones and pouty lips. Everybody was fit, toned, and shapely.

  “There is no sex in this area,” Nina explained. “This is where guests come before they venture down either of the halls.” On each side of the room was a long hallway. “The rooms to our left are for orgies.” All the doors down that hallway were closed. “You’ll see what the right side is for later,” she teased.

  We sat on a love seat and were soon approached by a woman who had been standing alone near the bar. She was an Egyptian beauty, with a golden-tawny complexion against midnight-black hair. On her slim figure she wore a sparkling gold bra and panty set with black fringes that swayed with her every step.

  “Hello.” She stood in front of me and introduced herself. “I’m Clarissa.”

  “I’m Shelley,” I lied. Nina had informed me that although names were rarely exchanged, I should be ready to provide a fake one if needed. She had told me that many women used cliché, alter ego stripper-like names, such as Diamond, Precious, and Tasty, and had recommended that we invent the opposite.

  “Do you mind if I sit?” Clarissa asked me.

  Nina scooted to the side to make room for three. Clarissa placed herself next to me, her legs stretched outward, with the right over the left. She rested her arm behind my head.

  “I couldn’t resist speaking to you.” She tousled one of my curls between two fingers. “You look amazing.”

  I blushed and felt nervous, unsure if Clarissa’s presence was an invasion, considering I had arrived with Nina and expected to follow her lead. “Thank you.”

  “I am alone tonight,” Clarissa announced. “Would you mind if I accompany you?”

  I didn’t have an answer for her, unaware myself of what the rest of our night entailed.

  “You are more than welcome,” Nina answered on our behalf. “Come.”

  The three of us got up and walked to the hall at our left. On the handle of each closed door hung a red or green sign. I heard moans and groans and words of pleasure from behind each door.

  “Clarissa, you know what this means, don’t you?” Nina asked.

  Clarissa’s red lips arched upward. “I do.”

  “Please explain to Shelley.”

  Clarissa leaned close to my face. Her skin smelled fresh, with the light scent of jasmine circling about her.

  “Behind these doors lies a variety of fantasies. Red signs mean that no additional guests are allowed.”

  We continued to walk until we reached the fifth door, where Nina stopped and put her hand on a gold handle with a green sign.

  “The green means more are welcome,” Clariss told me.

  Nina pushed the handle and opened the door. Inside the small room were four naked women, a brunette, a blonde, a redhead, and a silky smooth woman with luscious chocolate skin. The redhead stood at the edge of a high bed, her hands at the waist of the blonde, penetrating her from behind with a strapped dildo. The African-American woman kneeled on the bed, her ass pressed against the face of the blonde. She cooed oohs and aahs as the woman’s tongue dove into her coffee cheeks. The brunette sat on a corner chair, her legs spread wide over the armrests, masturbating with a vibrator. Nina closed the door behind us.

  The three of us leaned against the wall and watched. For a woman who had never experienced the environment I was in, I felt comfortable. I was aroused. I was wet and wanted to relieve the throbbing that instantly pulsed between my legs.

  I directed my attention to the woman in the chair. She had been watching the women on the bed, but her eyes now turned to mine. She increased the speed of the tiny purple vibrator and rubbed it aggressively against her clit. Her murmurs increased in volume as she climaxed, and her pink lips opened and shut with each pleasurable spasm. She rested a moment, her arms at her sides, then got up, walked up to us, and stood in front of me. She took my glass and sipped. She kissed me next, her tongue warm and tasting of expensive vodka.

  “You are a beauty,” she told me.

  So was she, with tanned skin, dark brown layered hair, and lust-filled blue eyes. She looked at Nina, assuming I belonged to her. “May I?”

  Nina gave her permission to touch me. “Yes.”

  The woman stroked the moisture between my legs, and her slim finger grazed my lips. “Oh, yes.” She turned to Nina. “I’ll tie her hands.”

  She opened a small box on the floor next to the bed and pulled out a rope. She stood in front of me and took my hands, placed them behind my head, and tied my wrists together. Next, she loosened the strings at the back of the tight-fitting bustier and released it. She ran her hands down my chest until she reached my abdomen. She caressed me, then continued to rub her hands down my thighs until she spread my legs. She lowered herself to her knees, unhooked my skirt, and slid it down my body. With her teeth, she removed my panties. She tossed them into the small box after I stepped out of them. Her tongue suddenly darted out, and she licked my hungry lips.

  “You are in for a treat,” she told Nina after she stood. Then she and Clarissa took several steps backward and allowed Nina to take control.

  With her left hand, Nina grabbed my throat and squeezed, choking me as I had her that day in her office. With her right, she pinched and rubbed my clit. I struggled for oxygen, while enjoying the pleasing sensations the tips of her fingers brought me. I neared climax quickly, and she stopped, releasing the grip around my throat and abruptly ceasing the pleasure. She got on her knees and, with a warm tongue, aroused me once again. Repeatedly, she brought me close to orgasm, only to stop before the actual release.

  I was sweating, my heart was beating fast, and my knees quivered. I was near tears with desire. The woman had returned to her chair, masturbating while watching us.

  “Beg me,” Nina demanded.

  “Please,” I cried desperately.

  “Please, what?”

  “Let me cum,” I pleaded.

  Nina licked the wetness around my lips and on my upper thighs, continuing to tease me. “Not yet.” She turned to all the women. “It’s showtime, ladies.”


  With that, they all stopped fucking and stood up. One of them, the redhead, retrieved a collar from the box, untied my hands, and placed it around my neck. Another grabbed a chain and attached it. She handed the chain to Nina, along with a whip.

  “Hands and knees,” Nina instructed.

  I lowered myself to the floor and waited. The women used white towels to blot themselves dry, and then Nina opened the door. Nina lashed the whip against my ass and told me to go. On my hands and knees, like a dog, I entered the hallway. Across the shiny floor, she led me back through the lounge area and down the other hallway. All the guests, every single one of them, followed us to the last door at the end of the right hall. I entered first, with Nina at my side and the four women, plus Clarissa, in tow. The room was large, with dark gray cement-like walls and a poster bed in the middle of the floor.

  “Get on.” Nina unclasped the hook of the chain from the collar.

  I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back. Men and women sat in chairs and stood around me with drinks in hand. Some kissed, some ground against one another, but mostly I was the center of their attention. At least fifty sets of hungry eyes devoured my body. I was sweating with anticipation of what was next.

  The four women each took an arm or a leg and tied it to a corner post. The scene was almost as I had pictured it the many nights I touched myself while thinking about it. Nina stood at the foot of the bed, with Clarissa at her side. Nina then nodded to the redhead, who then crawled onto the bed with a black leather flogger in her hand. She rested her body behind my head and ran the flogger over my face, down my lips, and between my breasts, caressing my nipples. She slapped one, then both, darting the leather left and right. I arched my back, wanting more. I wanted her to go lower, to help me release the pressure I had inside. She stroked my stomach with the flogger and finally tapped my clit. She danced it around and around until again, I was ready to break free. Nina told her to stop. Upon command, the woman got off the bed and stood at the top right post.

  The masturbating brunette was next. On top of me she positioned herself in a sixty-nine position, and with her rouge ass in my face, she buried her tongue deep inside of me. I screamed uncontrollably, and my legs shook. She fucked me with her stiff tongue, and within seconds, I was ready to burst. She stopped. It was the most pleasing torture I could have imagined.

  Then the blonde crept onto the bed, placing herself at my ankles. I felt her tongue lick the top of my foot, slow and then fast, making circles on and tapping my skin, and then with her lips she made strong sucks up my shins to my knees and thighs. She never stopped kissing.

  At last, the dreamy cocoa woman crawled snake-like onto the bed, her long legs slithering across the silver sheets, and straddled my chest. She lowered her waist onto my left breast, stroking her clit against my erect nipple. Between the kisses to my thighs and the moans from the woman pleasing herself, I wanted nothing more than to squeeze my legs tight and cum with her. But, with my legs separated, I couldn’t. Instead, I focused on the way her lower lips swallowed my nipple, which was becoming increasingly wet, sliding against my skin. With the limited experience I had exploring a woman’s body, I had never considered an orgasm possible in that manner. When the woman squeezed her knees tightly around my body and let out one final cry of ecstasy, I yelled with her, repeating the flurry of curse words that escaped her full lips. Her aroma remained even after she removed herself from on top of me.

  Nina, who hadn’t moved and had stood to watch each woman’s performance, walked to each post and untied the rope that bound me to it. At the right side of the bed she positioned herself and raised her short leather dress. The redhead handed her a tan-colored rubber penis. My eyes grew wide. Layne and I had never used toys in lovemaking. I was unsure what to expect. Nina watched me as she attached it to the straps of the leather holder around her waist. She smirked deviously as she got onto the bed with me.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, the grand finale,” Nina announced.

  Nina approached me on her hands and knees and surprised me by lying down and flipping me on top of her. She saw the fear and desire in my eyes.

  “Ride it, Taryn,” she instructed me softly, so only I could hear. She guided me to my knees, over her, until the tip touched my soft wetness. “Come down slow.”

  My lips slid onto the dildo and flooded the empty space that had been craving attention. I gasped from the twinge of pain and the simultaneous pleasure as the dildo rubbed against and filled my inner flesh.

  “Yes, that’s it,” Nina whispered. “Rock with me.”

  Nina rolled her hips beneath my body, and I felt the pressure of the dildo deeper inside. It found an untouched place, a small womb that nestled every hidden fiber of pleasure I had not experienced. With each stroke, I came down against Nina, the dildo grazing my insides, my clit brushing against the heated leather. My flesh gripped and pulsated around the dildo as my climax built. My ass smacked against Nina’s upper thighs, and the look on her face was stern, as she was intent on bringing me to wild orgasm. The ripples intensified until my body tensed from the strength of the orgasm, which had been escalating for an hour, and a rush of juices streamed down the dildo, ejaculating onto the leather.

  My head fell forward, and I collapsed against the leather of Nina’s dress. She didn’t stop, though. She sat me upright and kept fucking me until I came again. She placed me on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind. She sat on her heels and fucked me while I straddled her hips. “Just like that,” she said, guiding herself with her hands wrapped around my ass cheeks.

  I rubbed my sweaty face against her wet skin and stuck my tongue into her mouth. We kissed while I continued to ride her. I noticed that several couples and groups in the room had started an orgy around us. Groans and moans and screams of pleasure surrounded us and filled the room, with us as the ceremonial highlight of the evening. Finally, exhausted, I lifted myself from the dildo and lay on the bed. Nina took me in her mouth, deliciously licking the remnants of our sex, soothing my throbbing pussy. I closed my eyes and allowed her to bring me to one final, delicate orgasm. The room broke out in applause.

  I opened my eyes once more as Nina guided me off the bed. My legs wobbly, I stumbled in the black heels I still wore on my feet. The clapping continued as we exited the room. Nina walked me into an adjacent black-and-white bathroom, where she warmed a washcloth and placed it between my legs. She wiped gently and then dried us both off with another towel. Clarissa was outside the door when Nina opened it.

  “I enjoyed watching you this evening. I hope to see you again,” she told me boldly. She glanced at Nina, then turned and walked back into the grand pleasure room.

  Nina and I walked toward the front of the mansion, where two men were already waiting with our coats in hand. We wrapped ourselves in them and stepped outside into the cool air. Nina’s Mercedes sat idling, waiting for us. My thighs tensed as I sat inside.

  “You were marvelous,” she told me as we pulled away and drove down the dark driveway.

  I smiled at all I had experienced, reveling in the memories Nina had just created for me. Although I had read Layne’s detailed journals and had pleasured myself to her words, the mansion had more than met my expectations.

  “Thank you.”

  “Seven years . . . seven years and Layne never fucked me the way you did. I told you, you’re a natural. Layne didn’t know what she was missing.”

  I was flattered. “No, she didn’t. I guess there is more to me than what meets the eye. You’ll see.”

  We rode quietly to my home, my mind wandering back to the mansion, my body still warm with sensations from the new encounters. I had completely surrendered to Nina and to what I had hoped to experience with her.

  Nina waited until I was inside before she pulled off. I took the stairs up to the master bedroom, feeling like a different woman, powerful and carefree. I wondered if that was how Layne had felt after outings with Nina. I opened the French doors to the room and imag
ined Layne lying in bed, asleep, as I had so many nights when she arrived home in the early morning hours. I took off my shoes and dropped my coat to the floor. I crawled in bed and gathered large white pillows in my arms, simulating the way Layne would cuddle me those nights. I pitied her, as she was so naive and was unaware of what I had just done without her knowledge.

  Before closing my eyes, I reached for the black-and-white picture of me and Layne, and I laid it facedown. With a sleepy, satisfied grin on my face, I turned my lamp off.

  Chapter Nine

  The following Monday I sat in my office, taking back-to-back calls from parents who were worried and upset about the shooting. Some were concerned about the center’s protection of their children in after-school programs and threatened to transfer their children to day-care centers. I had already spent three hours reassuring parents and caregivers that the shooting was an isolated incident and that the center was a safe place for their children.

  Jimmy and I met in my office at 11:00 a.m., at which time we briefed one another on what we had covered that morning. I presented Jimmy with the idea of hiring a second security guard. Before we began a budget review to determine if that was feasible, Jimmy shared that he and Ms. Sheila had something to tell me.

  I picked up my phone and dialed the front desk extension. I asked Myesha, the receptionist who had taken my place many years ago, to locate Ms. Sheila. “Have her come to my office, please.”

  A few moments later Ms. Sheila opened the door and took a seat next to me. She shifted uncomfortably, tapping the thick black sole of her shoe rapidly against the linoleum floor.

  “In light of what happened Friday, I thought it best we all talk,” Jimmy told me, but then they remained silent.

  I turned my head back and forth between the two of them. “What’s this about?”

  Ms. Sheila reached in the pocket of her blue and orange smock and pulled out a small device. She handed it to me. I turned the little black square in my fingers and set it on my desk.